MLMD -Chapter 234 The Strong Woman Namuzhong

Considering what happened last night with Namuzhong, this mature and beautiful woman, some things had inevitably changed.

Yue Yang didn’t regret what had happened. After all, he was a man, and Namuzhong was a woman—a woman who was as mature and beautiful as could be. Since she had already shown herself willing, it would have been hypocritical for Yue Yang to act like a proper gentleman. But Yue Yang was also a responsible man. Having “taken her little piggy,” he felt he should provide some care and consideration in certain respects—but first, he needed to clarify a few things.

“Namuzhong, if I remember correctly, you should be the daughter of Eqi Keno Yan, the chief of the Abagai tribe, right?”

“Yes!” Namuzhong nodded. Her background was known to almost everyone, so Yue Yang wasn’t surprised to know it.

“Does your father still hold power over the Abagai tribe?”

“No. My father passed away the year before last,” Namuzhong said with a slightly dejected shake of her head. “I haven’t returned there for many years.”

“Then who currently holds power in the Abagai tribe?” Yue Yang asked curiously.

“It’s my stepmother’s son, Zharihe. I’ve never had a good relationship with my stepmother, so after my father’s death, I basically lost contact with the Abagai tribe. Otherwise, people like Siqintu wouldn’t dare treat me that way!” When Namuzhong mentioned Siqintu, her voice was full of resentment.

“Seems like there’s quite a mess in your tribe,” Yue Yang observed. From this, he realized that although this mature woman temporarily held authority over the Chahar tribe as Lin Danhan’s widow, there were still people in the tribe who refused to obey her.

Namuzhong didn’t speak further. Her eyes, full of hope, fixed on Yue Yang, silently asking the man she had just shared herself with to help her resolve this problem. Women were like this: when they willingly gave themselves to a man, their hearts would gradually start to depend on him. They also tended to become a bit lazy and rely on their men when faced with difficulties. Namuzhong, despite being the primary consort of the Chahar tribe, was no exception.

Yue Yang noticed the look in her eyes and chuckled. He reached out and pulled Namuzhong into his arms, holding this mature figure, ripe like a peach, close. He pressed a comforting kiss on her lips.

“Don’t worry. Since you’ve decided to stay with me, I’ll help you. First, tell me: how many consorts and generals in the tribe are truly loyal to you?”

Namuzhong snuggled into Yue Yang’s embrace, inhaling the unfamiliar but pleasant scent of his body. Her mind grew dizzy with delight. After a moment, she slowly replied, “There aren’t many. Only Consorts Wuyunna and Eer Zhetu, along with Balte, support me. Siqintu is close to Consorts Sutai and Bademaonuo Boqi. As for Subahai and a few other noblewomen, they remain neutral. Ever since Lin Danhan died, the tribe’s internal relations have been chaotic. It’s been really hard for me to hold it together!”

At this, Namuzhong felt increasingly aggrieved. She leaned into Yue Yang’s chest and began quietly crying. Soon, her tears had dampened a large patch of his clothing.

Seeing Namuzhong crying like this, Yue Yang sighed softly. Every family had its troubles. He thought for a moment and said, “Don’t worry. Once we repel the Jurchen forces, I’ll instruct the stationed generals to take special care of you. With my support, no one will dare barge at you recklessly. Or, if you want, I could take care of Siqintu and the others first, so you wouldn’t have to worry about them.”

Though he spoke in a joking tone, Namuzhong didn’t perceive it as a joke. After witnessing his ruthless handling of the Jurchens yesterday, she knew this man would show no mercy to Siqintu if he chose to act.

“No, really, that’s unnecessary,” Namuzhong quickly shook her head. “If you really kill Siqintu and the others, the tribe would descend into chaos!”

Of course, she was right. The other consorts had their own backing tribes. If Yue Yang wiped them out, those tribes would undoubtedly revolt, which would bring no benefit to her.

“Alright, then it’s your choice,” Yue Yang shrugged. Since this primary consort didn’t want a bloodbath, that was fine. Besides, these few couldn’t cause much trouble anyway.

“But later, I want you to hold a meeting. I’ll announce the matters regarding the stationed troops there. That way, anyone who wants to secretly cause trouble will have to seriously consider the consequences. What do you think?”

“Okay, I’ll do exactly as you say,” Namuzhong felt sweet inside, seeing him support her so firmly.

The sun rose high, yet the Chahar tribal gathering place remained quiet. Judging by the fierce battle yesterday, even the Jurchens were unusually silent. According to Yebushou’s report, all the Jurchens stayed in their camp, leaving only a few scouts to patrol outside.

By midday, after lunch, Namuzhong had summoned all the tribe’s consorts and generals to the main tent for a meeting.

At the second quarter of the noon hour, everyone had arrived.

Siqintu took her usual seat at the leftmost position. She turned to Consort Sutai and said, “Hmph… I wonder what tricks this Jurchen woman will try today? Yesterday, our tribe lost so many people. Let’s see how she plans to protect us.”

“Aren’t there the Ming forces?” Consort Sutai hesitated. “They have nine thousand troops. With them, our safety should be fine, right?”

“Nine thousand?” Siqintu snorted coldly. “Let’s see if they can actually drive the Jurchens away. Otherwise, nine thousand—or even ninety thousand—wouldn’t help.”

In truth, Siqintu’s words already carried a hint of stubbornness. The Yingzhou army’s strength had been fully displayed yesterday. No one could deny their combat power, whether or not they could defeat the Jurchens.

“Here comes the primary consort!” As Consort Sutai was about to speak, the guards announced her arrival.

Dressed in lavish Mongolian traditional attire, Namuzhong entered the tent, followed by a fully armored, imposing general. Upon seeing him, everyone realized this was the general from the Ming—General Yue.

Siqintu’s expression immediately soured. She wasn’t stupid; she understood perfectly that Namuzhong had allied herself with this arriving general.

“That wretch!” Siqintu clenched her teeth, silently cursing.

It wasn’t just Siqintu. Everyone in the tent had seen this and exchanged looks, but no one spoke.

While Siqintu fumed silently, Namuzhong had already taken her seat in the central chair of the tent. She had someone move another chair next to her, and Yue Yang sat down without hesitation. The assembled crowd murmured in surprise.

By placing the chair next to herself, Namuzhong signaled that the Ming general now held authority equal to hers within the tribe. Even if the Mongols didn’t care much for etiquette, they could recognize the implication.

Siqintu stood first, glaring, and shouted, “Primary Consort Dolor, I want to ask—why is General Yue sitting there? What gives him the right?”

Having spent the night with Yue Yang, Namuzhong today looked radiant, her face flushed and her demeanor commanding. With her back supported, she regained her usual authority. Her phoenix-like eyes glinted as she replied coldly, “What gives him the right? Because he is a general sent by the Ming. Because he saved tens of thousands of lives in our Chahar tribe yesterday! Those two things alone are reason enough for him to sit there. So… Consort Siqintu, do you not agree?”

Namuzhong’s words left everyone speechless. Siqintu had no choice but to shut her mouth. Well, for saving so many lives, he could sit wherever he liked.

Only then did the Chahar tribe realize that Namuzhong today was remarkably different from before. She was not only vibrant and full of energy, but her confidence and authority shone like never before.

Seeing Namuzhong exude such power and poise, Yue Yang couldn’t reconcile her with the soft, submissive woman from last night. He could only marvel at how women were truly exceptional actors, naturally capable of wearing two completely different faces.

Namuzhong felt indescribably elated. Since Lin Danhan’s death, although she was nominally the ruler of the Chahar tribe, she knew she had been the figurehead all along. Many in the tribe secretly refused to acknowledge her authority.

Every time she tried to issue a command, some would oppose her purely for opposition’s sake—a behavior she found utterly hateful. Especially Siqintu, who always led the opposition. Were it not for the need to maintain stability in the tribe, she would have given up long ago. But now, with someone supporting her at her side, she was eager to see who would dare defy her.